When I woke up, I found myself lying on a hospital bed with an IV drip in my arm. My mother was sitting by my bedside. The moment she saw me open my eyes her voice trembled with emotion. "Anstey... how are you feeling now?" I shook my head slightly, my throat dry and scratchy. She helped me sit up, propping a pillow behind my back before handing me a glass of water. Outside, the sound of a heated